Sun seeping through the gaps. It is dark inside here but without the cracks created by the force of an angry fist or a careless grip letting you fall to shatter, how else would the light enter?

Once upon a time, when she believed in the American Dream and saw it standing before her in a red and green plaid shirt with a Spirit alight, smile, earring and so much soul, the gaze felt like bright, pure white, hot sunshine on her skin so apt to ice-cold blues of the brutish sky.

She had not idea that the gaps were set to widen by this heavenly light and although that sunshine was set to die away – during a dark starless, moonless night perhaps – a new light would soon appear to stream through the engorged gaps, touch her skin in greater quantities and there…